In the land of Valoryn, a wise King ruled. One day, a dark presence appeared at the castle gates. Those in its path were slain, and when night had fallen, the King Valorien was no more....

Claiming the throne as his own, his followers began to swallow the land into darkness. Until there were but a few innocents left. But away from Gares? evil eyes, led by the deceased Kings Head Knight, Serra, they were enhancing their fighting and magical abilities. They named themselves the MagiKnights.

Gare?s armies gathered in the valley outside the forest of Faeryn, chanting and howling. Thunder crackled in the blackened sky as the rain turned the ground to mud. The Dark Lord watched the edge of the forest through his thick, black helmet, of which the face within had never been revealed.

Gares? Army impatiently waving swords and flags